Poetry: “Discount”

I would like a discountOn this summerFor I have notReceived my moneys’ worthThe sunHas barely risenFor some timeOr has she hiddenBehind clouds?The chill winds speakMore OctoberThan JuneThough charmingIt feels rather out of placeI had plansSuch summer plansAll upturned nowSo I begFor a discountThen I’ll not feelSo displeased